CONTROL OF THE MUSIC

So much on your plate
No love in vain
But then I dwell on it
Things change
It's come after me, you
Then 'THAT'S ALL FOLKS!'
The best emotional mess of me space
now
Hard to open up again
Handling instructions
Some people never do
Where it touches itself
Embarrassed by human tears
Still here at a playful distance

by Lee Ann Brown

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